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last night has been deemed the "family vaca"
me, jean, and molly all went out to celebrate molly's b-day. it was a big/lil extravaganza. started downing alchie at the meeting, was pretty drunk by the time it ended. then around 12, we actually made it out of the LB and went to the tam, which is across the street. there were actually a fair amount of people there instead of the expected 40 year old construction men. buy a couple round of drinks but soon the bartender is giving us free rounds, then this irishman starts buying us beers and the night gets rooolllin. after the 3rd round we are all wasted and giggly assholes. jean is chattin it up with the bartender, and irishman starts talking to me. finds out im a poetry major and starts reciting poetry to me! like keating and wordsworth and shit. he was like 30. so then he asks me if ive ever been to this museum and im like nooo and he goes well, whats ur email address and then we can go together! i mean, at the time i guess it made sense to me, but like why not my phone number? who the hell asks for email addressess??? so weird. but i give it to him and he keeps reciting it to me so he doesn't forget (inbetween all the lines of poetry in his think irish accent). so the bartenders love us and are like we have to close up but feel free to stay. so we do, for what seems like a loong time after everyone is gone. we leave around 1:30 and go to the C store and buy gross amounts of food and head up to mollz room to eat it all. BUT before the feasting began, we decided it was a good idea to take shots of vodka. only OUR family would do that. i dont know how, but i make it into escort around 2 am...so drunk have no idea what is going on. am on the phone with alex until around 2:30, and then realize i lost my wallet. frantically call public safety (have no idea how i got the phone number) and no worries, they find the wallet in escort and call me back. but by that time, i had passed out and forgotten i lost my wallet. im such an idiot. but oh well found it everything was in it all was well.
best thing? i made it to my 10 am class. never been so proud of myself EVER. am still hungover however.
going to CT tomorrow for iz's crazy party. ice luge, kegs, beirut galore. and iz's friends are crazy. its gonna be the best.
me, jean, and molly all went out to celebrate molly's b-day. it was a big/lil extravaganza. started downing alchie at the meeting, was pretty drunk by the time it ended. then around 12, we actually made it out of the LB and went to the tam, which is across the street. there were actually a fair amount of people there instead of the expected 40 year old construction men. buy a couple round of drinks but soon the bartender is giving us free rounds, then this irishman starts buying us beers and the night gets rooolllin. after the 3rd round we are all wasted and giggly assholes. jean is chattin it up with the bartender, and irishman starts talking to me. finds out im a poetry major and starts reciting poetry to me! like keating and wordsworth and shit. he was like 30. so then he asks me if ive ever been to this museum and im like nooo and he goes well, whats ur email address and then we can go together! i mean, at the time i guess it made sense to me, but like why not my phone number? who the hell asks for email addressess??? so weird. but i give it to him and he keeps reciting it to me so he doesn't forget (inbetween all the lines of poetry in his think irish accent). so the bartenders love us and are like we have to close up but feel free to stay. so we do, for what seems like a loong time after everyone is gone. we leave around 1:30 and go to the C store and buy gross amounts of food and head up to mollz room to eat it all. BUT before the feasting began, we decided it was a good idea to take shots of vodka. only OUR family would do that. i dont know how, but i make it into escort around 2 am...so drunk have no idea what is going on. am on the phone with alex until around 2:30, and then realize i lost my wallet. frantically call public safety (have no idea how i got the phone number) and no worries, they find the wallet in escort and call me back. but by that time, i had passed out and forgotten i lost my wallet. im such an idiot. but oh well found it everything was in it all was well.
best thing? i made it to my 10 am class. never been so proud of myself EVER. am still hungover however.
going to CT tomorrow for iz's crazy party. ice luge, kegs, beirut galore. and iz's friends are crazy. its gonna be the best.